It is the color of light,
The shape of sound high in the evergreens
It lies suspended in hills,
A blue line in a red sky.
I am looking at sound.
I am hearing the brightness
Of high bluffs and almond trees
I am tasting the wilderness
of lakes, rivers, and streams
Caught in an angle of song.
I am remembering water
That glows in the dawn
The motion tumbled in earth
Life hidden in mounds.
I am dancing a bright beam of light
I am remembering love.
thats what she said
Love it
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite movies as well, and I love this poem so much!
ReplyDeleteI taste you in the air thats around. Its my kind of high and I can fly when I hear your sound.
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